Sometimes words fail to compile me,Or maybe I've failed themWhen I need to weaponizeI forget not to criminalize I feel as though I've been sentenced my entire lifeIn the sufference of my tongue tiedMy mind couldn't gather thoughtsAs it produced more. Looking at incomplete art and incompetent heart,I feel unqualified as a sculpture.If I cant … Continue reading Writhing of the Writers Vol. 2
"Beauty is an expression. Not a measuring scale." In such an age such as my own where I'm understanding the mere concepts and ideas, I come to comparing beautifulness in utmost everything. It confuses and makes me quite delusional about myself whether I have a denying possibility of fitting in anywhere in my life, between … Continue reading Beauty.